In shadows deep, where echoes sleep, Loneliness carves its throne. A hollow cry, the silent weep, A heart that’s turned to stone.

No light to break the endless night, No voice to soothe the soul. The days blur on, devoid of sight, As darkness takes its toll.

The walls close in, a prison’s din, With whispers cold and grim. Isolation’s cruel grin, The heart’s eternal hymn.

In every room, a ghostly gloom, A presence felt, yet not. Loneliness, a creeping doom, A mind’s relentless plot.

The stars above, they shine no more, Their light too far to find. The soul, a ship on a distant shore, Adrift, by fate confined.

In silence, tears like bitter rain, Fall on an empty bed. Loneliness, a phantom’s chain, A life by sorrow led.

In shadows deep, where echoes sleep, The soul’s lament does lie. A whisper lost, a promise to keep, Beneath the moon’s cold eye.

Thus loneliness, in dark caress, Holds tight its captive’s heart. A never-ending, cruel impress, A world of love apart.